Cremation I’ve always believed in cremation; Flames bleach the world, unclutter living things. Let scum survivors, grasshoppers Leave cemeteries a mess Of living impulses dismembered. Not knowing fire’s totality But sickly honouring it stunting In tortured carbon stench. I’ve always believed in cremation Ever since I read of great skull mountains; Those potash handfuls are so clean […]
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Tropical Garden In my mind I see a tropical garden with Palm Beach petals. The flowers are natural and colorful, reminding me of a rain forest in Brazil. There was a russet hue from the sun. This was truly a dream in paradise.
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THRESHER INTO GREY (By Joseph Cavera) I arose just as any man would this day To see the waves of longevic age Dance tirelessly on Earth’s stage Crashing incessantly in a sea of gray Lieutenant’s cries were enough To wake even those residing in the sick bay To the task of tidying bunks and say Conditions never improve, […]
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MAJESTIC Like my shadows Yesterday’s echoes roped me I, racing the fastest Farthest from the takeoff line At each turn of the track. Suited in fatigue Like a lost bird at sea Nowhere to rest wings Dazed, dizzy, disoriented A sailor with no sea legs. Like the sea breeze Gentle, yet penetrating You reached deep into me […]
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Paint by Numbers arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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The Calendar The sun coughed, scattered itself for a split second into myriad droplets – so divided, poured itself into the central chasm, flattening it to glory, clinching the final resilience of the chasm’s rocks – that reject sediment, so newly refined. Its roughage thickened the barriers against itself. In the beginning of time was its end, finally clinched to […]
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The Widow Next Door Every Saturday when the sun is out and it’s hotter than Hades Monica next door raises her garage door early in the morning and leaves it up long past noon as if Herm will walk out at any minute oily and greasy needing to clean up the way he used to every Saturday […]
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Open Eyes Laid Back By Michael Lee Johnson Open eyes, black-eyed peas, laid back busy lives, consuming our hours, handheld devices grocery store “which can Jolly Green Giant peas, alternatives, darling, to bring home tonight- these aisles of decisions.” Mind gap: “Before long apps will be wiping our butts and we, others, our children will not notice.” No worries, […]
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Bears Starving in the Woods Long article in the paper this morning stops Tim from gobbling his bacon and eggs. Bears are starving in the woods. Too many cubs, too little food. There’s a plan to feed them. But no plan yet to feed people in the city nearby waving signs about working for food.
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Rethinking Things – By Gil Hoy I should have married a computer with high-speed internet at an early age. I wouldn’t have needed so much school. Just search for “Most useful info” and read on for four years. Grad school? Just search: “Most useful info—advanced.” It’s all there. If Bill Gates had thought of this, he could really truly […]
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